Hotel Rendezvous
Published on Sunday, June 18, 2006
This story was submitted by Tickle Man.

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Author's Note: Names and locations have been changed to protect identities.

I received an e-mail from yet another sailor who read A Sailor Knows His Ropes, which I previously wrote, and which inspired him to write me. I'm not at liberty to reveal his identity of course, but I can tell you that he has a 53' boat. Unfortunately for us, he docks his boat in another country. The silver lining with my newly found cyber friend is that he comes to Marina del Rey, California a few times a year, which inspired me to write this story.

Obviously since I just met this guy on-line, and not in person yet, the story I've written can only be seen in my mind's eye, and hasn't yet happened. However, fantasies do come true, so it is my hope that this fantasy will more or less come true in the not too distant future. For this story, I'll call him Philip, but of course this isn't his real name.

After chatting with Philip a few times in e-mail, I felt comfortable enough to give him my wife's e-mail address so that he could introduce himself to her on-line to see what might come of it. I could tell from chatting with him that Philip is a gentleman with class, and it was my hope that he would impress my wife in much the same way that he first impressed me. Like me, Philip has a foot fetish, and he didn't have an agenda to have sex with my wife, except for foot sex of course, which would go over well with her. She hates guys who assume that they will have sex with her. If it feels right, sure, but to assume it is unattractive to her.

Too many guys have such tunnel vision when it comes to women, wanting to have sex with them as soon as they can, and a lot of women hate that male agenda. My wife is no different. Sure, she loves sex, but she doesn't like it to be a certainty, or a prerequisite to having foot fetish fun with her. So again, I was hoping that the two of them would hit it off on-line, and that my wife would be open to letting him have his way with her feet so that I could watch, and of course join in to please her, too.

As it turned out, Philip ended up e-mailing my wife to introduce himself, and the two of them got along just fine. Sometimes my wife would share with me the e-mail that she got from Philip, and sometimes she'd just tell me about their chats. It made me excited to know that she was seriously thinking of taking Philip up on one of his offers the next time he stayed in Marina del Rey.

As he had mentioned to me in e-mail previously, he offered to take my wife shopping on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills for some sexy footwear, an ankle bracelet, and some hot lingerie that would definitely serve as an aperitif, stimulating long hours of hot and pasionate sexual sessions. Again, there was no prequisite to have intercourse with her, although it was understood that lots of foot fetish fun would be on the agenda. Philip was fine with this arrangement. Besides, when a woman is treated with respect, and is showered with lots of great foot stimulation, it's not often that they will turn down the advances of a clearly passionate man when all the right sexual buttons are being pushed. So when my wife told me that a "foot fetish date" had been made with Philip, I was very excited about it.

It was a late morning when Philip arrived at our house to pick my wife up for a leisurely lunch, and to go shopping afterwards. Knowing how turned on I would be with the anticipation of a foot fetish session, my wife arranged with Philip to have me meet them at the Ritz Carlton hotel when their afternoon of lunching, and shopping was completed.

It took them longer than I had expected, but at about 5:30 p.m. my wife called from her cell phone to let me know that she and Philip were still shopping, and that I was to meet them at the Ritz Carlton in one hour since they expected to be back at the hotel by then. She also told me that she and Philip had arranged a "special surprise" for me. I was to pick up "an envelope" in my name at the front desk to "explain" my surprise, and she didn't want to spoil it by telling me what it was over the phone.

I had a good feeling what my so-called surprise would be. I figured that I would go to the front desk to pick up Philip's hotel room card key, and that I would find a note telling me that he had my wife tied and blindfolded in his room, and that I was to quietly enter to watch what was going on. However, it was a much bigger surprise than that ... a much bigger surprise!

Being overanxious about what was going on, I quickly brushed my teeth again, and gargled with a bunch of mouthwash before heading to the hotel only a few minutes after getting that call. I had this compulsion to be in the hotel lobby, out of view of course, so that I could see my wife walk into the hotel with Philip while on their way to his hotel room. I got to the Ritz Carlton at 5:50 p.m. The hotel is nearby, so it only took me about ten minutes to get there. I found a hidden spot in the lobby, and waited with an excited anticipation.

Every time I looked at my watch, thinking that at least five minutes had passed, it was only another minute or so. The time seemed to be going by so slowly! I could hardly wait to see the two of them come through the lobby. In a way I was spoiling my own surprise, whatever that was, but I didn't care. I wanted to see my wife now!

Suddenly I saw Philip. I recognized him from the photos that he had sent to me when we had first chatted on-line. But he wasn't coming into the lobby from the front of the hotel, and he wasn't with my wife. He was coming from the direction of the elevators. I almost got up to greet him, but I didn't. Instead I watched him take a rather large package to the front desk. He briefly talked to one of the clerks, and then headed back to the elevators. It was 6:05 p.m.

I knew that I wasn't supposed to be at the hotel until 6:30 p.m., but I couldn't wait to see what Philip had in that package for me. All I knew for sure, or thought I knew at the time, was that my wife was probably already tied and blindfolded in Philip's hotel room, and I was missing out on the action. I was instantly jealous at what I was seeing in my mind's eye, and yet I was extremely aroused by it.

I couldn't wait any longer, but it was only 6:07 p.m. What?! Only two minutes had gone by since I last looked at my watch. Still, I really couldn't wait any longer, so I made a beeline to the front desk. Ah, my luck! Two people had gotten in ahead of me just as I was getting to the front desk. I had to wait. Fortunately for me there were two desk clerks on duty, and when yet another desk clerk saw me standing in line, she came out, and motioned me over to her for help.

I nervously asked if there had been something left at the front desk for me, and was immediately hit with a strange kind of panic when the desk clerk said that there wasn't.

"Oh geez!" I thought to myself. "What the hell!" I again thought to myself.

"Oh I'm sorry," the desk clerk suddenly chimed in with a smile on her face. "There is something here for you; a package."

"Oh good," I said to her as if my life depended upon it.

She looked at me a little oddly, but smiled as she gave me the package, and told me to have a nice day. I took the package to the same corner of the lobby I had been waiting in, because it afforded the most privacy, and I ripped it open. Inside was a small digital video camcorder, a couple of memory chips, a card key for the room, and a folded note, which of course I began reading right away. The note wasn't in my wife's handwriting, and it was clear as I read it that Philip had written it.

Admitedly, I didn't want to wait one second longer before going up to the room, but then I was really, really curious about what was waiting in that camcorder for me to see, so I actually found the calm to check it out. Besides, since my wife had been so naughty as to create this surprise for me, one of my wildest fantasies, the least I could do was to see what was on the tape. I turned the camcorder on, and my heart nearly pounded out of my chest when I saw the first scene; or rather, the last scene that Philip had recorded. Luckily there wasn't anyone near me in the lobby, and the sound wasn't too loud; just loud enough for me to hear when I brought the camcorder close to my face for a better look in the viewfinder.

The scene that I first saw was a shot of my wife completely naked on the bed with her wrists and ankles restrained to the corners of the bed with padded leather restraints. She was on her back, and blindfolded. I could see a wire coming out of her glistening pussy, which meant that her vibrating egg was inside of her to keep her horny, and wet. Her nipples were standing erect, and they were rock hard, so I could tell that she was very, very excited. Seeing how satisfied she was made my cock jump up inside of my pants.

The video was somewhat dark, but not so dark that I couldn't clearly see my wife's naked body on that bed, and all of the candles that were lighting the room. There were some sex toys lying around her, too. Philip was obviously holding the camcorder as it moved about a bit when he zoomed in on my wife's pussy.

"As you can see," he said while opening my wife's pussy with one hand while holding the camcorder with his other hand, "your wife's pussy is sopping wet. I've already made her cum a number of times, and I'm going to make her cum even more before you get to the room."

Then to my wife he said, "Isn't that right? Tell your husband how many times I've made you cum."

With a smile on her face, my wife replied, "I've lost count." As Philip pointed the camcorder to her lips while she spoke, she added, "He made me cum over, and over, and there was nothing I could do about it."

Ha! As if she would want anything done about it. It's a little sex game my wife and I play; to have her tied and helpless so that she's unable to stop me, or others when she is forced to cum. It's much naughtier to have her tied and helpless, and her climaxes are much more intense that way.

"That's right," Philip confirmed. "As you can see for yourself, I had her restrained on the bed, and she couldn't do anything about it when I forced her to cum." As he was saying this, it seemed as if he was putting the camcorder on a tripod at the side of the bed so that I could see the entire bed from that view. That was confirmed when I saw him on the tape as he laid down next to my wife. He softly nibbled her neck, and then kissed her fully on the mouth with a deeply passionate kiss. His kissing was done with a familiarity of her mouth and tongue that made me wince with jealousy. My wife loves to be kissed, and she was clearly getting off on it.

I was about to stop the tape, and head up to the room when Philip looked towards the camcorder, and said to my wife, "Why don't you tell your husband how we started things out just so he knows how we got to this point."

"Okay," she slowly replied. "After we finished our lunch, and our shopping, Philip gave me the most wonderful full body massage right here on this bed. And honey when I tell you that he gave me a real massage, I mean a REAL massage. No bondage. No sex. Just a really great massage."

While my wife was describing to me what had occured, Philip had gone to the bottom of the bed to suck my wife's toes. Then he began kissing her foot, her ankle, and the inside of her leg while deftly placing a condom over his cock, which was getting hard once again. He eased his hard cock into my wife's wet pussy. It was clear that my wife was enjoying him ... a lot ... although she was now having a little difficulty describing to me what happened after her massage. Still, she continued somewhat sporadically, to describe their day together.

I learned that Philip took a great deal of time licking my wife's soles, and sucking her toes after massaging her backside, and that she had been seduced into having Philip put her into bondage before she had expected it. And it was all documented on tape for me. My wife had originally expected to be restrained a few minutes before I was to arrive at 6:30 p.m., but those tentative plan of hers changed when Philip had so effectively given her such a great full body massage, and then topped that off with a lot of stimulating sole licking, and toe sucking. As I heard her say on the tape later on when I watched the entire tape at home afterwards, "I couldn't help myself. I was really, REALLY horny, and he was SO good at giving my feet pleasure."

I certainly understood that. Watching this tape was driving me crazy, especially when I saw Philip fucking my wife on it. I wanted to watch more of the tape because it was really making me horny, but I was much more compelled to go to the hotel room at that very moment, so I gathered up my things, and headed for the elevators. From what my wife had told me about her massage, and then the sole licking, and toe sucking afterwards that went on, along with the time that she had called me at 5:30 p.m., I estimated that Philip had put my wife into bondage at about 5:40 p.m. or so, which meant that she had been restrained for maybe 35 minutes or so while alone in the room with him.

It was 6:20 p.m. when I got to the room. I decided to enter it as quietly as I could in the hopes that neither my wife, nor Philip would notice. It's the voyeur in me that likes to be quiet so that I won't disturb what is going on naturally with my wife being pleasured so wonderfully. I slipped the card key in the slot, carefully opened the door, and then quietly shut it behind me with hardly a sound. It probably wouldn't have mattered anyway since I could hear a CD of Barry White playing in the background at a fairly good volume. We enjoy listening to Barry White when playing our kinky games together.

Philip didn't notice me in the room right away because there is a hallway where the bathroom is, and before getting into the room itself. The room was rather dark, but my eyes adjusted quickly enough, and I could tell that the candles lit up the room quite nicely. I had hoped that my wife could have seen all of the candles lighting up the room for a sexy ambience before she had been blindfolded, and maybe during her massage, and it turned out that she had seen the room in all its erotic glory. Of course, during her massage she had pretty much kept her eyes closed the whole time anyway.

When I actually got into the room, and Philip saw me, I motioned for him to be quiet. I didn't want my wife to know just yet that I was in the room, and Philip understood this. He happily continued on as he was, sucking on my wife's toes as he held her feet together. At this point he had untied her ankles so that he could have his way with ten of her toes without having to switch feet. Her wrists were still restrained at opposite corners of the bed. Soon after I came into the room, Philip sat on top of her legs to hold her in place while turning my wife's favorite vibrator on to stimulate her pussy and clit. I didn't know it at the time until my wife spoke out, but this wasn't the first time that he had made my wife cum this way; a favorite way to make my wife cum as it were.

"Are you going to make me cum like that again?" She asked.

"I sure am. I LOVE how much cum you squirt when you are forced to climax this way," he said with a knowing assurance.

"I thought that only my husband could make me cum this way," she explained to him. "Only a couple of people have made me cum like this before."

"I know," he replied. "And I'm going to do it again."

I saw my wife's body tense up with that familiar pleasure I've seen her achieve numerous times before as Philip worked his magic on her pussy, and then her clit. With steady pressure from the head of the vibrator down upon my wife's swollen clit while he held her pussy open with his free hand to keep her clit vulnerable, it wasn't long at all before my wife's body convulsed into a series of multiple orgasms. The resulting climax caused her pussy juices to shoot up against the vibrator to give her the intensity of a female ejaculation, a favorite way for her to have explosive orgasms.

As if he had done this before with her, and as I learned later on he had, Philip gently lifted my wife's legs over his shoulders, pull her body taut to keep her arms in place, and began fucking her with a steady rhythm. My wife's body language clearly showed her enjoying herself, which became quite evident when she spoke out again.

"Oh, you'e right on my G-spot again," she told him.

"Again?" I asked myself in silence. Yes, again, as I saw on the tape later on when Philip had the camcorder recording his sexual ravishment of her from a tripod at the foot of the bed. He had made her cum with a female ejaculation earlier on, and had also given her a G-spot orgasm, which my wife really enjoys.

The idea of it all, of how he had been sexually ravishing my wife, taping it as a gift for me, and how obviously pleasured my wife was with his lovemaking, pushed me over the edge, and I couldn't wait any longer. While Philip was fucking my wife with her legs over his shoulders, and with her feet in the air just inches apart from each other, I sandwiched her feet together by holding her ankles together, and began sucking her toes.

I hadn't noticed it right away, because I was so into enjoying her soles and toes at the time, but my cock was only inches from her face, which she somehow found with her mouth even though she was still blindfolded. She took me in, and began sucking on my cock as Philip began fucking her even harder, and faster. I was close to cumming when the two of them climaxed at the same time. I don't know how Philip stayed hard, maybe because of Viagra or something, but when I pulled out from my wife's mouth he saw that all too familar look of lust on my face, and we quickly switched positions.

Without missing much of a beat, Philip slipped off his cum-filled condom, and gently laid his cock across my wife's mouth. His cock was still hard, and she took it into her mouth with an easgerness that made me even harder than I already was. At the same time I eased my cock inside of my wife's already dripping wet pussy, and started fucking her. With my wife's legs over my shoulders, Philip grabbed her feet by the ankles, held them together, and shoved her soles down against my face while he sucked her toes.

Philip's face was only inches away from mine, but it didn't matter because my wife's feet were in between our faces, and she was getting her soles and toes stimulated by two guys at the same time. The combination of this, along with me fucking my wife, and my wife sucking his cock, caused me to have an enormous climax, and I shot my load deep into her pussy.

After pulling out from my wife's mouth, Philip shot another load of cum, too. This time, instead of landing into a condom, his load shot all over the top of my wife's feet. He cleaned off his cum with a small towel that had been placed by the bed.

Afterwards we removed my wife's blindfold, and untied her. Philip and I laid on either side of her, and touched her all over, while kissing her, too. My wife just closed her eyes, and held our cocks at the same time in both of her hands. Both he and I were getting horny again, so we carefully turned her over, grabbed a foot to ourselves by gently bending back her knees so that we each had one of her soles right in our face, and then we licked her soles, sucked her toes, and massaged her feet for another half hour or so while continuing to listen to Barry White.

Somehow I think that Philip will be giving my wife another wonderfully satisying sex session when he returns to Marina del Rey again, and it will of course involve a lot of sole licking, and toe sucking. And just as Philip had described to me what he would do if we ever got together, he had taken my wife on quite a shopping spree, buying her sexy lingerie, and a few pairs of very sexy shoes. I know that my wife was certainly happy about that.